The sun is setting
It sets on us all.
Color gives way to darkness
Vibrance to silence.
Yet no one grieves
A setting sun,
Because all that lives knows best
That as we bid farewell with one hand,
With the other,
We hail the rising moon and stars.
The sun may set on us all,
But so too the moon and stars will rise
To take her place…
For obsessions renowned.
Be polite, write a card, say ‘Thank you’,
So easily offended
When protocol is suspended.
As if struck across face
With white glove,
Kills white dove.
So quickly escalated.
Too far out of control
Groveling’s equally deficient.
Only option that’s left
Is to face this with deft.
Getting attention is easy
Maintaining it, not as breezy.
Sweet words, like honey
Draw bears and bees
From far and wide;
Though with humans money
Would as easily suffice.
The vibrant crowds
Unless they’re given
A small foretaste
Of what’s to come,
Intrigue is sprung, they stay.
And so new following’s begun.
Recover, discover, uncover the truth.
Meander, don’t pander avoid all such slander.
Fine, rest then no stress or do I just jest.
via Daily Prompt: Discover
As calm as a leopard
As quiet as a shepard
As majestic as a hummingbird
As vocal as a mockingbird
As fierce as a tiger
As deadly as a viper
So much to learn, so much more to fear.
Calm – http://wp.me/p23sd-13c8
Fortune favors who it favors
What never wavers are learnt behaviors.
Be strong, consistent, never quiver,
And one day fortune will favors bestow.
Fortune – http://wp.me/p23sd-13c4
Time to relax.
In two days repeat.
For now lay back,
Warm water soothes,
Lavender scent left on skin so smooth.
What a cataclysm it would have been
If our paths had never crossed.
No ism can explain the cost
Of what had almost never been…
Winter’s here, layer of snow
Brings with it the Christmas glow.
Gifts bought and wrapped under the tree.
Feelings of warmth and love abound.
Too easily forgot are those without
The joy of tree, or gifts, or home.
Spending these holidays alone and cold
On streets with no forgiving mold.
Count blessings many
If you have but one
A tree, a gift, or just a home…
World is spinning,
Yet standing still. It’s just beginning.
Colors collide, out of control…
No chance to take a look at the whole.
Thoughts run wild
Possibilities abound, mind’s so beguiled.